I was on the telephone with a salesman from the North (Atlanta) the other day, when he mentioned something that caught me off guard, which is where I usually am anyway.
There's a difference in being stupid and being senile.
As I've said in this space before, I am afraid of pickles.
I love to skimp. I get giddy with delight when I save some coin.
For my daughter's 15th birthday last week, her present from her mother and I was a new phone.
My wife is out of town for a couple of days, which means a couple of things.
Two of my favorite things in this world are convenience stores and spare change.
When I was about 6 years old, I told my parents of my lifelong ambition.
Don't they watch "The Andy Griffith Show" in Texas?
The news story was indeed shocking: A recent poll showed the U.S. Congress has an all-time low job approval rating.
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It was like deja vu all over again.
This, as stated above, is an open letter to the person who stole my jacket. While I don't know who you are exactly, you know who you are (I hope), and if you are the person who stole my jacket and are reading this, this open letter is directed at you (or someone who knows you and will turn you in).
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